Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

The more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

Chair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.

If I'm not writing a thing, depression might be looming.

The best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know.